Lab #2

Part One: Specific Event, Ideas

Specific Event: The loss of two mom

1.A 14 years old, my mom died battling cancer and hat day changed my life. A year later, I met Brady who changed my life for the better. A 16, another tragic moment happened, a phone call from Brady changed my life again; His mom died. It is awful to get so close to someone and without any explanations and at a young age, they could leave and we could never see or speak to them again.

2. Emotions: Sad, Scared, Determined, Sorry, Alone, Hopeless, Love, Heartbroken

Part Two: Initial Research

http://www.kidshealth.org.nz/helping-child-cope-death-parent

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3569022/

http://www.dummies.com/how-to/content/experiencing-the-death-of-a-parent-as-a-child0.html

Part Three: Possible investigative questions

1. Why should the ‘good’ people be taken away at a young age?
2. Why should we suffer from grieving the loss of a parent as an adolescent?
3. Why do I need to be going through the pain again?

Part Four: Writing about a particular experience from your past

4.1

When I was 14 years old the worst day of my life happened. I woke up on summer morning at sleep away camp and the director came up to me. I knew that something terrible must have happened and the first thing I thought of was my mom. She was in the hospital battling cancer. Just as that thought crossed my mind, he told me that my mom died. July 15th, 2011 changed my life forever. I remember not knowing how to react. I just stayed quiet, no tears, did not want to talk to anyone, I was in shock. How would a 14 year old react finding out her best friend and go to person will not be there for the rest of my life?

Through the grieving process I met this wonderful person who changed my life. A year later, on July 15th 2012, a person walked into my life and it still in it today named Brady. We’ve been through so much together. A year and a half later, once again my life changed when I received a phone call from Brady a 2:30 a.m. on Saturday, January 4th, 2014. Hysterically crying, and hearing ambulances through the phone, I knew something happened. I woke up my dad and he rushed my over to be with them, we were praying with his grandparents that everything will be okay. At 5:00 a.m., Brady’s father walks into the house after coming from the hospital and telling all of us to come to the living room. I just knew by the sound of his voice, he was holding back tears and the news would not be what we want to hear. Brady’s mom died.

I knew I needed to be there for him and his family knowing how difficult it will be for them.

4.2

The worst day of my life happened on July 11th,2011. Waking up and going to the dining hall at camp and having the director Josh come up to me. I immediately thought “oh, no, My mom”. Just then Josh told me, “I’m so sorry but your mom died this morning.” I did not have any emotions. I said “okay, let me get my stuff”. I stayed quiet for the full hour drive back home. One emotion was I was in shock.

A year later, the hardest moments of the grieving process, my life changed again. I met this wonderful guy named Brady. I became very close with his family especially by having the mother figure there. On January 4th, 2014 once again, my life would be forever changed. After a phone call, I rushed over to Brady’s house and immediately felt all the sympathy for them. His dad later walked in at 5:00 am and told us the terrible news “Debbie will not be coming home”. I lost it although I knew I needed to be there for them as I went through this process before.

Part Five: Give it to me straight

Grieving through the death of a mother is extremely difficult at any age, but having to do it all over again as an adolescent is even worse.

Part Six: Bad Writing Exercise

At 14 years old, growing up is not required. It was my case, it was mandatory. My life was over on July 11th.2011. My favorite place on earth, Camp B’nai Brith which was also my moms favorite place became a nightmare. I hoped it was a nightmare. The director of camp came up to me before eating the lovely green eggs that camp is known for and the first thought was no. I was in disbelief, I couldn’t imagine what Josh needed to tell me. My mom, it needs to do about my mom. Should I go pack my stuff up now or what? Then he told me my mom died and I felt like my world was crashing into a billion pieces. My best friend will not be there for me. She won’t know all of the funny stories that happened at camp this year. I remained quiet, and tried to be a tough as I can. I did not say goodbye to anyone, not eve my best friend. I was 14 and I knew my life would never be the same and that July 11th is the worst day that I would need to live with forever.

I was never able to get over growing up without my mother and I knew how much she loved camp so I wanted to go back again the following year. That was the best decision of my life because that is when I found the “love of my life”. Brady who changed my life for the better. Exactly a year from my mothers’ passing, July 11th, 2012 was when this wonderful person walked into my life. Every moment was amazing. A year and a half later the craziest thing that any couple or person at any could go through happened. A phone call, my heart began to pound because it was 2:30 am and I knew that nothing good could happen when text messages are was most teenagers do instead of calling. I heard crying, I heard alarms, I heard breathe, breathe and I knew I needed to go over right away. He told me his grandparents are coming over and they’re religious so I knew something important was going on because they never drive during Shabbat. We were saying prayers for her and we became very tired. We knew we wouldn’t be able to fall asleep so we were lying down all of us in his parents bed, him his two sisters and I. His grandfather continued to pray in the living room. Brady wanted water so I went to the kitchen to get him and suddenly the front door opened. It was his dad, grandmother, and aunt. I saw in their faces the same way that Josh (the director of camp) looked at me. His dad told all of us to go to the living room and he said the news. That their mom, Debbie, will not be coming home. Second worst day!